I can't sleep. I rushed to town after work to pick up the keys to the cabin and then rushed home to try and get a couple of hours' sleep before tonight's intervals. It's no use. No matter what I do, whether I lie in bed or on the sofa with the tv on (a sure fire trick that has always sent me to the land of dreams before), I just can't relax. My mind can't switch itself off. It's been working overtime for days now, trying to make sure all the puzzle pieces fall into place, with work, with the cabin, with menial things like doing the laundry and packing and buying food to take with me. It's usually so scattered that it's an effort just trying to remember to put some clothes on before I leave the flat in the morning. And now it has to remember important things, like the key to the cabin?! A daunting task.
So the result of the last few days' frenetic activity is a really heavy backpack that I'll have to carry up the hill to Skatås and a mind on amphetamines. Impossible to go to sleep. But hey, if you can't beat them, join them. Who needs sleep anyway? I'm drinking coffee instead and hoping to stay awake through the first interval at midnight. In a little more than 4 hours.